Ellinor strolled into the living room with a polite smile on her face. "Mr. Arnold, Mrs. Mendoza, long time no see."
"Mr. Arnold?"
At the sound of this, Arnold, who already looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, looked even more tense. "What did you call me?"
Ellinor seated herself on a solitary couch, some distance away from them. She accepted the coffee a maid brought her, took a sip, and said, "I called you Mr. Arnold. Is there a problem? Aren't you Mr. Arnold?"
Arnold wasn't her biological father, nor had he done much of anything father-like. After shipping her off to the sticks, he'd pretty much disappeared from her life.
"Ellinor, don't you dare think that joining the Blanchet family means you can forget where you came from and even deny me as your father! You know exactly how you became Mrs. Blanchet,” He snapped.
Ellinor raised an eyebrow. "How I became Mrs. Blanchet? Seems like you've got it all figured out."
Before Arnold could respond, Sheila jumped in, all fired up. "Not just dad, mom and I know too! Ellinor, there's no such thing as a secret that stays secret forever. Stop playing innocent and own up to your mistakes. Maybe, just maybe, I'll forgive you, for old times' sake."
Ellinor laughed. "You forgive me? Sheila, why exactly are you in my house, offering me your forgiveness?"
'My house'. Those words were like a thorn in Sheila's side. It felt like something that was hers had been taken from her. "Your house? Ellinor, you've got some nerve! This is my house!"
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